I never would have held her hand
if I hadn't thought I could walk along side her
through days that made a big picture
too hard to see.
From then on she had occured to me differently and,
careful not to translate what her eyes said
into words that could never fully appreciate
what she felt,
I walked,
muted and steadfast,
hoping that in my faith
she would find her own
and could see beyond the grey
to silver again.
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